I was rinsing her hair under the showerhead so the reply was a while in coming."Okay," she said happily.I worked some conditioner into her hair, givin... her a scalp massage at the same time, and rinsed it out completely. Sherrie was complaint under my hands, moving forward or back as I urged her, leaning back against me the rest of the time.With her hair finished, I soaped up my hands again and began with her neck, rubbing my fingers all around and spreading the suds over every thing I could. [as if somehow they were at fault for nolonger believing something that didn't make sense]. Well, notice theyweren't said to have a crisis of belief were they?" Oh, I get it!" said daddy. "Faith is believing something is true,whether it makes sense on not, because somebody you are in awe of saysso." And before she could congratulate him, he went on, "Like childrenbelieving their parents when they tell them about Santa Clause or theEaster Bunny. And their belief in the myth is greatly. “Mike, I’m a lesbian, I don’t date guys, so please direct your efforts elsewhere”Red-faced and hurt, I walked away, but could not stop thinking how cute she was and at the same time, how stupid I felt. I would fantasize and picture her naked, with those small breasts and that cute little ass she wiggled around when she walked. My thoughts ranged from visualizing her in the buff and her sucking on my cock until my balls turned blue, to shoving my cock in her ass hole and watching the look on her. He was to wait until someone came along and told him what to do next. And he was to obey instantly. If he failed to, he would be left behind, and his Mistress would be extremely disappointed. He knew that meant she probably wouldn't talk to him for a month. That would be a very long month.After 10 minutes, he heard a car coming down the road. It came nearer, then pulled over behind him. He stepped out to greet whoever it may be.An attractive brunette stepped out of the car, carrying a small.